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ir minds would not think as quickly。 And kings must die and their heirs inherit。 It would be that way with the platform boss and it would be that way with his Uncle Bernie。 Someday； all this would be his； for he was young。
〃Get the truck；〃 he said； out of the corner of his mouth。
Needlenose walked down the ramp and across the street to where the truck was parked。 David turned and pushed the big jack over to the nearest wooden rack。 He pumped the handle and the rack lifted off the floor。 He came to the edge of the loading platform just as Needlenose backed the truck to a stop。
Needlenose came down from behind the wheel。 〃Want a hand； Davy？〃
〃I'll manage；〃 David said。 He pushed the loaded jack onto the open platform of the truck and pulled the release。 The wooden platform sank to the truck floor。 He sneaked a look at the platform boss as he went back for the next rack of heralds。 The man hadn't moved。
A faint hope began to stir inside David。 Maybe he'd been wrong； maybe they'd all been wrong。 He rolled the last rack onto the truck and pulled the release。 There wasn't going to be a fight after all。
He heard a faint sigh e from the people on the platform as he turned the jack around to wheel it off the truck。 He looked up。 The platform boss was standing there； blocking the end of the truck。 Stolidly David pushed the jack toward him。 As he neared the platform boss； he put his foot on the front of the jack and stared at David silently。 David looked down at his foot。 The thick…soled； heavy…toed work boot rested squarely on the front of the jack。
David looked up at the man and tried to push the jack up onto the loading platform。 The platform boss's foot moved quickly。 The handle of the jack was torn from David's grasp and the jack itself skidded to the side； the front half pletely off the truck。 Its wheels spun in the narrow space between the loading platform and the truck。 The nervous sigh came again from the crowd。
The platform boss spoke in a flat voice。 〃It'll cost yuh five bucks to get off that truck； Jew boy；〃 he said。 〃If yuh ain't got it； jus' stay there！〃
David slipped his hand into his pocket。 The metal was icy cold against his fingers as he slipped the brass knuckles over his hand。 〃I got something for you；〃 he said quietly； as he walked toward the man； his hand still in his pocket。
〃Now you're getting smart； Jew boy；〃 the boss said； his eyes turning away from David toward the crowd。 It was at that moment David hit him。 He felt the shock of pain run up his arm as the duster tore into the man's face。 A half scream of pain came from his throat as the metal spikes tore his cheek open like an overripe melon。
He turned； swinging wildly at David； the blow catching him on the side of the head； slamming him back against the side of the truck。 David could feel his forehead beginning to swell。 It had to be a quick fight or the man would kill him。 He shook his head to clear it and looked up to see the platform boss ing at him again。 He braced his feet against the side of the truck and using the added leverage this gave him； lashed out at the man's face。
The blow never reached its target。 The platform boss caught it on his raised arm but it spun him backward toward the edge of the platform。 Again David lashed out at him。 He sidestepped the blow but stumbled and fell from the platform to the ground。
David leaned over the big hydraulic jack and looked down at him。 He was getting to his hands and knees。 He turned his face up to David； the blood running down his cheeks； his lips drawn savagely back across his teeth。 〃I'll kill yuh for this； yuh Jew bastard！〃
David stared down at him。 The man was up on one knee。 〃You wanted it like this； mister；〃 David said as he reached for the handle of the jack。
The platform boss screamed once as the heavy jack came down on him。 Then he lay quietly； face on the ground； the jack straddling his back like a primeval monster。
Slowly David straightened up； his chest heaving。 He stared at the crowd。 Already they were beginning to melt away； their faces white and frightened。 Needlenose climbed up on the truck。 He looked down at the platform boss。 〃Yuh think yuh croaked him？〃
David shrugged。 He slipped the brass knuckles into his friend's pocket。 〃You better get the truck out of here。〃
Needlenose nodded and climbed behind the wheel as David stepped across onto the loading platform。 The truck pulled out into the street just as Wagner came up with a policeman。 The policeman looked at David。 〃What happened？〃
〃There's been an accident；〃 David answered。
The policeman looked down at the platform boss。 〃Call an ambulance；〃 he said quickly。 〃Somebody help me get this thing off him。〃
David turned and went up in the freight elevator。 He heard the clanging of the ambulance while he was in the bathroom； washing up。 The door behind him opened and he turned around。
The Sheriff was standing there； a towel in his hand。 〃I thought you could use this。〃
〃Thanks。〃 David took the towel and soaked it in hot water； then held it to his face。 The heat felt soothing。 He closed his eyes。 The sound of the ambulance grew fainter。 〃You all right？〃 the old man asked。
〃I'm O。K。；〃 David answered。
He heard the old man's footsteps。 The door closed behind him and David took the towel from his face。 He stared at himself in the mirror。 Except for a slight lump on his temple； he looked all right。 He rinsed his face with cold water and dried it。 Leaving the towel hanging over the edge of the sink； he walked out。
A girl was standing near the staircase； wearing the blue smock with Henri France lettered on the pocket。 He stopped and looked at her。 She looked vaguely familiar。 She must have been one of the girls he had seen downstairs。
She smiled at him boldly； revealing not too pretty teeth。 〃Is it true you're old man Norman's nephew？〃
He nodded。
〃Freddie Jones； who runs your still lab； says I ought to be in pictures。 He had me pose for him。〃
〃Yeah？〃
〃I got them here；〃 she said。 〃Want to see 'em？〃
〃Sure。〃
She smiled and took some photographs out of her pocket。 He took the pictures and looked at them。 This Freddie； whoever he was； knew how to take pictures。 She looked much better without a smile。 And without her clothes。
〃Like 'em？〃
〃Yeah。〃
〃You can keep 'em；〃 she said。
〃Thanks。〃
〃If you get a chance； show 'em to your uncle sometime；〃 she said quickly。 〃Lots of girls get started in pictures that way。〃
He nodded。
〃I seen what happened downstairs。 It was sure time that Tony got his lumps。〃
〃You didn't like him？〃
〃Nobody liked him；〃 she said。 〃But they were all afraid of him。 The cop asked me what happened。 I told him it was an accident。 The jack fell on him。〃
He looked into her eyes。 They were hard and shining。
〃You're nice；〃 she said。 〃I like you。〃 She took something out of her pocket and gave it to him。 It looked like a small tin of aspirin but the lettering read： Henri France De Luxe。
〃You don't have to worry about those；〃 she said。 〃They're the best we make。 You can read a newspaper through 'em。 I inspected and rolled them myself。〃
〃Thanks。〃
〃Got to get back to work；〃 she said。 She walked back to the stairway。 〃See yuh。〃
〃See yuh。〃 He looked down at the small tin in his hand and opened it。 She was right。 You could read right through them。 There was a slip of paper in the bottom。 Written on it in black pencil was the name Betty and a telephone number。
Wagner was sitting at his desk when David walked by。 〃You were pretty lucky；〃 he said。 〃The doctor said that all Tony has is a concussion and a couple of broken ribs。 He'll need twelve stitches in his cheek； though。〃
〃He was lucky；〃 David said。 〃It was an accident。〃
The supervisor's gaze fell before his。 〃The garage across the street wants ten bucks to fix the jack。〃
〃I'll give it to them tomorrow。〃
〃You don't have to；〃 Wagner said quickly。 〃I already did。〃
〃Thanks。〃
The foreman looked up from his desk。 His eyes met David's squarely。 〃I wish we could pretend this morning never happened；〃 he said in a low voice。 〃I'd like to start all over again。〃
David stared at him for a moment。 Then he smiled and held out his hand。 〃My name is David Woolf；〃 he said。 〃I'm supposed to see the foreman about a job。〃
The foreman looked at David's hand and got to his feet。 〃I'm Jack Wagner； the foreman；〃 he said； and his grip was firm。 〃Let me introduce you to the boys。〃
When David turned toward the packaging tables； all the men were grinning at him。 Suddenly； they weren't strangers any more。 They were friends。
7
BERNARD NORMAN WALKED INTO HIS NEW YORK OFFICE。 It was ten o'clock in the morning and his eyes were bright and shining； his cheeks pink from the winter air； after his brisk walk down from the hotel。
〃Good morning； Mr。 Norman；〃 his secretary said。 〃Have a nice trip？〃
He smiled back at her as he walked on into his private office and opened the window。 He stood there breathing in the cold fresh air。 Ah； this was geshmach。 Not like the day…in； day…out sameness of California。
Norman went over to his desk and took a large cigar from the humidor。 He lit it slowly； relishing the heavy aromatic Havana fragrance。 Even the cigars tasted better in N